Abbot was not at the bank; as had been his routine for many years, at midday on the last Friday of the month he was flying the last leg of a round tri... to Kansas City and his plane was due to land at the Litton regional airport at four in the afternoon. He planned to arrive at the bank before five so that he could finish his business, dismiss the staff for the weekend and go home and settle down with a bottle of Wild Turkey and study the new stroke magazines he had acquired in KC which he had. One of them says something like; "so that's what you like" and puts his hand on my ass. I am unable to react, still looking a the screen. The others see there no reaction, so they start touching me as well. I feel their hands rubbing over my clothing and some have already started to open my blouse and trousers. I realize I'm being raped but I can't do anything else then look at the pictures of me on the screen. I feel hands sliding over my ass, my thighs, my stomach, my breasts. But it seems. By now, we had already performed a Shakespearean play together, so I already knew everyone well and until then, no one in particular had sparked my interested. Then there was Michael. Michael was 17 and an extremely confident, loud and hilarious drama student who every one knew, loved and aspired to. Girls wanted to be with him and guys wanted to be him. He wasn’t traditionally good looking but he had this serious inner sexiness that I could never quite put my finger on. He had light brown wild. Her tongue flashed out again and again to swat the man's prick. She knocked the prick helplessly about with her tongue, until it began to resemble a flagpole swinging in the breeze.Finally, Sally opened her mouth wide and took in her father's big prick. The fat fucker slid down her throat slowly but surely, stretching her lips and her cheeks completely out of shape. She grunted and groaned happily as she struggled to deep-throat the giant cunt stabber.When his prick was completely out of sight.